Yes, now you both need to get back at each other by seeking validation from the people of this board with numerous and high quality boob pictures in order to make the other jealous, then you can reconcile and I'll be happy to film any and all make-up sex. Just doing my part, no need to thank me.
I'll tell you one thing: if you have a kid and live with your girlfriend's parents, you will hate yourself every waking moment until you put the gun in your mouth. Having a kid isn't like getting a puppy, and you need to have a place of your own for something like that. It doesn't matter how big a house her parents live in, there will NEVER be enough room, because you will be trapped inside your own life. Instead of just one, you will be getting triple-teamed each and every time a conflict of interest arises, which is frustratingly often in the first year you have a kid. I've seen it before. A stranger in an unholy land. BE SURE ABOUT IT. Psychologically, confidentally, and (also important) financially. And tell her parents don't live with other parents, unless its instigated by tragedy or "Shit Happens".
Whore logic. Very nice. Yes. We will never work because I love balls and you love cars and Jeff can-barely-see-over-the-stearingwheel Gordon. What is he like 5'2"? You get the dogs and I get the toybox.
Well, if I saw them I would do my part by clicking through. But I can't so on to Plan B and the whoring of shegirl.
Are you holding tryouts? I'd gladly offer my services as a judge. For the good of the board, obviously.
Don't take this lightly, Chat. I've seen her do it. She has a 'giner that can smash even the fanciest of keyboards like you wouldn't believe. This one time, I had a friend who didn't believe the warnings. Now his forehead is shaped like a backwards cooter. Don't let this happen to you, its not pretty.
I would of course try to remain as impartial and unbiased as possible. Though ladies who are a bit loose with their rep points would naturally have a leg up on the competition...
Since I wasn't clear, I didn't say I wanted babies. My girlfriend is very into cute things: bunnies, pandas, puppies, and babies. I suspect her biological clock is ticking. I'm 21 and a year (hopefully) away from graduating, and will be doing a lot of moving around because of my job. That is not variable. My girlfriend just wants to move back home with her parents because ... oh, hell, I don't know. It's what good little Chinese kids do, she's not very independent, she doesn't want to live where there's lots of white people, blah blah blah. The salient fact is that while I will be moving around, she doesn't know if she wants to come with me (if she can come with me) or just stay with her parents, which would more or less entail us breaking up. I am not in the phase in life where I can say I even want kids, nevermind plan them or, god forbid, have them.
I suppose we were doomed from the start if you like balls. Why didn't you say so at the beginning? And being 5'3 rocks! Jeff is still taller than I am! Him and his hundreds of millions of dollars.
JACKS?!??! Come on, you're better than that. Aside from the cheap J.D. nights, I can't think of a worse place to rub shoulders with striped shirts on an under-sized dancefloor. That and the fact every now and then sombody tries to murder the staff there. PLus, you have to usually contend with this douchebag crowd upstairs:
I will say that hundreds of millions of dollars does make a guy look decidedly more attra....I mean taller.
I once again publicly register my discomfort at the preference being shown to Canadians on this messageboard. It's completely unnatural, and it makes my dick hurt. My dick. My dick. Next you're going to tell me that people wear hats on their feet, and that hamburgers eat people. It's simply not done.